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Matthew was boiling in rage at the policy of the complex, which he found a blatant insult to him. Everyone knew that they were Eva’s parents for heaven’s sake! So why aren’t they letting them enter?! ‘ How dare an ungrateful unfilial brat not put our names down on the guest registry? After everything that we have done for her, she decided to treat us like this in a public place.’ Matthew thought to himself at the unacceptable situation he found himself in.“That useless child! Just wait until I get my hands on her!” Matthew muttered under his breath, his eyes shooting daggers at the front desk. He totally had no clue that Eva was no longer staying in this apartment. At this moment, his pride and ego were extremely wounded. Not only was the great Matthew Carter denied entry to his daughter's apartment, but the fact that he knew a few people who also lived in this apartment. Surely, the awkward and humiliating news of the high and mighty Matthew not being able to get past the lobby wo
Eva wasn’t hopeful nor was the type to try and comfort herself with lies. She faced the harsh reality that none of her family members would associate themselves with her unless it would benefit them. What good would come of it for them if they meddle with a discarded and useless woman like her? The only reason why they had all been calling her endlessly was because they all wanted the same things, they were trying to get close to her so that they could benefit from her relationship with Damien and she was sure that was the reason why Matthew was at her apartment thinking that she was living there.“Um, can you place that phone on the loudspeaker?” Eva requested, wanting to make sure that Matthew and Laura would hear the next things she was going to say. “Yes, ma.” The receptionist nodded her head and did what Eva had instructed her to do. “It’s done, ma.” "Good. I will be arriving there soon." Eva uttered and instantly hung up the call.“That brat is going to leave us here standin
Eva was sure that Matthew would have slapped if they were having this discussion at the mansion, but because this was a public place he was holding back from disgracing himself any further.She remained passive unlike both Laura and Linda who were quivering in fear at his frightening voice. Her face was very calm, almost nonchalant when she heard him. Shouldn’t she be scared because of the harsh scolding from her father? “Just why on earth are you asking the obvious, Mr. Carter? I have indeed lost my mind and I'm very glad that you have just realized. Though I expected you to have figured it out sooner since other people like your wife over here are already aware.” Eva finally replied, her voice distant, and dry.Everyone was taken aback when they heard her calm and composed voice. It didn’t even show that she flinched or hesitated one bit when she replied to Matthew.Matthew was also shocked as well as everyone else by the blatant disrespect, his mind suddenly went blank . Did he he
Clara had been here for five years now. It was already enough for her to understand how precarious the situation is currently, and how far it had turned the already harsh Mark even more unbearable to work with. Ever since the Smith Enterprise had cut off the connection between the two companies , the Johnson corporation stock had been slowly dwindling. She was one of the core workers who knew about Eva’s existence in the Johnson Corporation. Before she was promoted to become CEO Mark private secretary, she had already been a part of the CEO’s team of secretaries. Not many people knew that ever since Eva stopped being a model , she had immediately taken on running the company as Mark proxy. Clara had witnessed first hand how Eva spent a whole year holed up in the office with them, barely eating and sleeping, resulting in the drastic skyrocketing of Johnson Corporation’s net worth.Eva ran a tight ship. Every single contract and proposal went through her, and she had led the managemen
Clara looked back at the loving couple and felt her mood turn incredibly sour when she saw that they did not wait for her to take her leave before getting into a compromising and intimate position. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how inappropriate they were in the office. ‘Can’t they control themselves, or better still get a room for goodness?’ Clara complained to herself, feeling nauseous and the scene before her. This is also one of the reasons why she disliked Chistine, she doesn’t compose herself and can’t refuse it at times. Clara was aware that there are times a couple might get carried away by their emotion but it wasn’t the case for christine. Thinking about it now, Clara couldn’t but believe that Mark never loved Eva because there was never a time she had seen him get intimate with Eva when she was still his fiance. He always had a frown on his anytime she visited, probably because he heard news that eva had caused trouble again somewhere. Clara couldn’t understand ho
The living room was filled with the sound of a hauntingly sorrowful melody. Along the way, she began to sing the lyrics of the song that came to her mind at the moment. It was one of her favorite songs which was sung by the artist Adele - Someone Like you.Eva forgot all of her worries at the moment and began playing the keys of the piano to match the song.“I heard that you're settled down.That you found a girl and you're married nowI heard that your dreams came trueGuess she gave you things, I didn't give to youOld friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight itI had hoped you'd see my faceAnd that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.Nevermind, I'll find someone like youI wish nothing but the best for you, too"Don't forget me” I beg I remember you said“Sometimes , it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" A memory flooded through
"I've told you to stop cutting me off like that. And yes, you can. I'm only agreeing to let you go because I need your full attention tomorrow at the fashion show. The last thing I want is for you to make a whole mess of everything, I don't really care if the show gets ruined but I'm worried about your public image." Ella remarked with a serious expression. She didn't want Nathalia to make a fool out of herself tomorrow if she kept looking dull like this.“What did you take me for? Even if I'm not in a good mood, you should know that I have always put on the best facial expression on my face when it comes to working." Nathalia grumbled while crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her mood was already starting to change to her usual self without her realizing it.“Then I shouldn't bother with booking the flight since you are confident in yourself." Ella replied.“No, of course not. But what about the fashion show? Wouldn't going to Miami take more time?" Nathalia asked.“It won't. It
“ I will handle the consequences later. Break the speed limit.”Ray was a little surprised at his order, but nonetheless, followed it like it was the law. Less than a few seconds, he was speeding down the highway , dodging cars, and breaking into the city streets. He drove the black Bentley Bentaya to its limit, like a car racer with a heart of frenzy for speed.Eva was too busy daydreaming out of the window to even hear the whisper coming from her phone in the background. She pressed a finger onto the window and started tracing out the people below that looked like ants with a blank and bored expression on her face.She didn’t realize that her emotions were growing unstable as if she was taken back to the version of her from nine months ago. She remembers herself swearing to her grandfather back when she used to live with the Black family before coming back to miami. Goerge had asked her to promise him that she would keep her emotions under control. That was the only thing he asked h
“I... I’m starting to think Eva might be trying to sabotage me. You know, with the awards coming up, and her growing popularity... I just have this feeling she’s trying to push me out of the competition,” Christine said, her voice trembling slightly as if she was on the verge of breaking down. She knew Mark would respond to weakness, to vulnerability, just as he always had.Mark’s voice was low, filled with annoyance. “What do you mean, sabotage you? She’s already got the public on her side. What else does she want?”“I don’t know, Mark. But I can’t shake the feeling that she’s behind some of the things happening to me lately,” Christine continued, carefully planting the seed of doubt. “She’s been getting more endorsements, more media attention... She’s always one step ahead, and I feel like she’s using me to boost her own career. Maybe she’s trying to push me out of the spotlight, making sure I don’t have a chance to win.”Mark was silent for a moment, processing the information. Chr
Eva didn’t respond immediately. She could feel the seriousness in Everett’s words, and for a brief moment, the playful rivalry between them was pushed aside.Everett’s eyes softened slightly as she looked at Eva, a rare glimpse of concern flickering in her gaze. “What are you going to do about her? She’s the one who caused my accident but had that person lie he was a fan, right? Also with the recent things happening, I can tell she’s been pulling strings, trying to break you down.”Eva's expression hardened, her grip tightening on her wine glass. “I’m not sure yet. But Christine’s time is running out.” She gave a slight, bitter laugh. “I won’t let her destroy me.”Everett studied Eva for a moment, her face unreadable. “Be careful, Eva,” she said quietly, her tone more serious than Eva had ever heard. “Christine’s dangerous. And she’s got a way of making everyone believe her sweet little act.”Eva took a deep breath, looking away briefly as she processed Everett’s words. The concern wa
The day of the event arrived, and Christine was glowing with victory. Dressed in an elegant gown, she enjoyed the attention as she mingled with industry elites, knowing she was now the headlining speaker.With Eva out of the picture, this was her moment.Then the doors opened.Gasps rippled through the crowd as Eva walked in, effortlessly poised, wearing a breathtaking designer dress. The cameras instantly shifted toward her, flashing in rapid succession.Christine’s smile faltered. “What is she doing here?”Before she could react, the event host stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand.“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise. While there were some scheduling changes, we’re honored to have Eva here tonight.”Christine stiffened. “What? That’s impossible!”Eva merely smiled, making her way toward the front.Kai had pulled the right strings behind the scenes. Even if she wasn’t an official speaker anymore, she was still one of the biggest names in the room—and the audience
Christine was livid. Every attempt to ruin Eva had backfired, and now, the industry was beginning to suspect foul play.Her carefully crafted innocent image was slipping, and she refused to let that happen.Gripping her phone tightly, she dialed Tanya, her voice sharp the moment the call connected."Tanya, listen carefully. I don’t care what it takes—pull every string, bribe whoever you need to, but make sure Eva does not attend the upcoming fashion event. I want her out, completely.”Tanya hesitated. “Christine, are you sure about this? Maybe you should—”“Don’t question me!” Christine snapped, her frustration boiling over. “Do you think I have the luxury of waiting? Eva is already taking the spotlight. If this continues, I won’t even be considered for the Top Ten Models Award!”Tanya sighed. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do. But Christine, be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game. If this backfires, it could cost you everything.”Christine scoffed. “Please. Eva won’t be able to prov
Christine sat alone in the dimly lit hotel, her fingers lightly tapping against the side of her untouched wine glass. The usually confident and composed woman looked lost in thought, her expression unreadable as she stared at the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.Everything she had planned against Eva had backfired spectacularly. Instead of destroying Eva’s reputation, she had only fueled the public’s admiration for her. The industry was turning against Christine, and the narrative was slipping out of her control.A soft click of heels echoed through the room, breaking Christine from her thoughts.“Christine?”She turned her head slightly, finding Tanya standing near the entrance, a curious look on her face.Tanya was one of the few people Christine trusted—or rather, tolerated—because she was useful. Smart, cunning, and always willing to play dirty, Tanya had been by Christine’s side long enough to know exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted.“Wh
A few days after Mark successfully cleared his name from the Harper Luxuries scandal, Christine sat alone in her dressing room, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping impatiently against the vanity table.She had tried everything—sabotage, whispers in the right ears, carefully placed rumors—yet Eva always came out unscathed. Every plan Christine devised had crumbled before her eyes, and it was beginning to drive her insane.If indirect tactics didn’t work, she had to change her approach. This time, she wouldn’t hide behind shadows. She wouldn’t need to.Instead, she would manipulate the situation so well that Eva would ruin herself.All she needed was the perfect stage.---An exclusive fashion gala was set to take place, attended by top designers, influencers, and media elites. Both Eva and Christine had been invited as brand ambassadors for their respective labels.Christine smirked to herself. This was it. The perfect opportunity.She had carefully arranged for the media’s attenti
The dim candlelight cast a golden glow over the elegantly set dining table. A soft melody played in the background, filling the room with warmth. Christine had spent hours preparing this—his favorite dishes, the finest wine. Tonight had to be perfect.She glanced at the clock anxiously. Mark would be home soon. And she had to fix this.The front door finally opened, and Mark stepped inside. His face was tired, his eyes dark with frustration. He didn’t even glance at the romantic dinner she had prepared. Instead, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.“Christine, what is this?” His voice was cold.Christine swallowed and stepped toward him. “A dinner. For us.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “A dinner? Christine, do you have any idea what I’ve been dealing with? My father’s furious. Investors are backing out after the Harper Luxuries. I've lost of funds.” His voice grew sharper, filled with exhaustion. “And do you know what people are whispering? That my own fiancée might
The silence between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, but Damien wasn’t one to leave things unresolved. He turned slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on her.“Why didn’t you ask for my help?” His voice was calm but held an edge of something deeper—something close to frustration.Eva, who had been absentmindedly tracing the rim of her wine glass, glanced at him. A small smirk curled her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Because it was something I could handle,” she said simply. “Like always.”Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers curled slightly against his knee. “And if you couldn’t?”Eva shrugged. “Then I would have asked. But it wasn’t time for that yet.”That answer didn’t satisfy him. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “Eva—”“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupted, meeting his gaze head-on. “You think I should have let you take care of it. But Damien, I don’t always need you to fight my battles. Sometimes, I want to win them on my own
Eva sat on the couch, feeling bored. The scandal had caused too much noise, and going home—where the paparazzi were undoubtedly lurking—was out of the question.With a sigh, Eva reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over Damien for a moment before she pressed the call button.The phone rang twice before his deep, smooth voice came through. “Eva.”Just her name. Nothing more. But there was something in the way he said it—low, controlled, yet sharp with attention—that made her exhale slowly.“Hey,” she murmured, leaning against the plush headboard.Silence. Then, “What’s wrong?”She almost smiled. He always saw through her.“I can’t go home,” she admitted, rubbing her temple. “The reporters are camped outside. And after today’s interview… they’ll only get worse.”Damien didn’t answer immediately. She could hear the faint rustling of papers, the click of a pen, before he finally spoke. “Where are you?”“Penthouse suite at the Grand Royale,” she repli